[b][color=c4df9b]Eska[/color][/b][hr]

The vines creaked, her body straining, as she put her entire being into pulling her longbow, the flower on the bow shaking gently as she ignored the pain in her shoulder. The usual stance, body bent forwards slightly, no thoughts of how and where to aim, because the arm already knows. An exhale, and the thick half inch arrow burst forwards.

The large centipede's head was impaled immediately, sticking it to a tree it was climbing. Tail swishing in excitement, Eska quickly moved in and hacked away the poisonous stingers on it. Pretty good catch, big enough for its segmented body to be divided as one meal per segment. Ah, she could already feel the chewy flesh within, encased with a crunchy shell. Holding up a hand, she uttered a silent prayer of thanks, as the arrow slowly grew tendrils and started to wrap up the still struggling insect.

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[color=fff79a]"You're back. Did you bring back something to eat?"[/color]

An odd figure greeted her as she arrived home, a small clearing near a base of a hill where a small shack stood under a huge yew tree. Or rather, the yew tree seemed to be standing on top of it, devouring the small structure with its roots. The dryad's face fell immediately when she saw the struggling wrapped up insect on Eska's back, the colorful flora on her head drooping slightly. 

[color=fff79a]"Ugh, again? I want some real meat."[/color] The brown barked girl shifted her leafy hair away from her eyes as she poked at the insect.[color=fff79a] "Can't I eat that?"[/color]

Eska's eyes moved towards where the dryad was pointing, to the dead man hanging upside down on a makeshift rack, his slashed throat draining what little blood he had left. 

[color=c4df9b]"Ah, such greed."[/color] Sighing, Eska gave in to the needy dryad's demands. Taking the centipede off her back, she handed it over to the leafy headed dryad.[color=c4df9b] "Mayhaps this centipede can wait a little longer. Jiko can take this into the house to smoke later."[/color]

It has been a while since another human had tried attacking her since she first arrived here. Was it anger? Lust? Greed? Whatever it was, he had tried surprising her with a club as she bathed in the river, before she had clawed open his belly and throat in a scuffle. She had the good luck of turning just as she noticed him too; a bit more to the left, and he would have clubbed her straight on the head. Her shoulder was still sore from that blow.

[color=c4df9b]"Ah the belly is ruined... Maybe I'll use that for our lunch. Stew? Roasted?"[/color] 

She worked quickly, harvesting the body of anything she could. Everything must be used, or at least, as much of it as possible. Considering her past experience with humans, she would need to have absolutely no connection with any human disappearance, no matter if she was in the wrong or not. They would likely try to make more trouble for her down the road if they even suspected she was involved with this person's death. The innards would be buried as an offering to the earth, save for a few choice pieces like the heart and kidney. The head would be roasted for Jiko, and what meat she cannot use today would be salted to be used later.

The clothes... well the clothes can probably be reused to make a pillow or something. After a good wash or three. It smelled like he slept on dung for a week straight.